CHAPTER 3
Dinah brought Gibson to the Dark Horse, which happened to be very busy at that moment. Thank goodness Dinah looked older than she really was, so no one really bothered her about her age. Gibson was looking around the bar. "This is very impressive!" Gibson replied. "The bar looks great!"
"Let me introduce to you the owner of this bar, and a member of our team," Dinah said directing Gibson to the par.
"You mean she helps you guys in fighting crime?" Gibson asked.
"She is more of an informant. She keeps her eye out for anything suspicious," Dinah explained.
Dinah brought Gibson to the bar. Danielle saw Dinah at the bar and walked up to her. "Hey Dinah, what's going on?"
"Danielle, I want you meet an old friend of Helena's and mine. He used to own this bar before you came to town. This is Gibson."
"Nice to meet you, Gibson?" Danielle smiled, holding out her hand.
Gibson couldn't get his mouth to speak, as he shook her hand. Danielle was the most attractive women that he had ever seen. "Yea…well…huh…hi!" He stuttered. "I like what you did with the place."
"Thanks," Danielle replied. "So what brings you back to New Gotham?"
"I miss it here in New Gotham. This is where the excitement is. I left here, tired of the excitement, but after being away from it, you kind of miss it." Gibson replied.
"I bet. It's that excitement that brought me here, and the desire to see Meta-humans like us have a safe place without hiding it to the world."
"Yes, I heard about what you did," Gibson replied.
Danielle and Gibson continued to chat when Dinah began to hear several different voices in her head. It was impossible to understand what anyone was saying when they were speaking at the same time. After a few seconds the voices went away. It only lasted a few seconds so Dinah thought nothing about it.
"So, how long are you planning to stay in New Gotham?" Danielle asked, leaning down on the bar on her elbows.
"I…I haven't decided yet. I'm not really anxious about going back to New Jersey, but I don't know where I'm going to stay."
"Don't worry about that, Gibson. You can stay with us at the clock tower," Dinah offered.
"Really? I don't want to be a burden."
"It's no…" The voices returned and this time, there were even more voices and they were getting progressively louder.
"Dinah, are you okay?" Danielle asked.
She did not hear her over the voices. The voices continued to multiply. Soon, she could hear the thoughts of very person in the room. They were so loud, it began to hurt. Dinah squinted in pain.
"Dinah?" Danielle placed a hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain pinched Danielle's pain, caused her to scream and grab her head. The same pain came over Gibson and every person in the bar. Soon everyone was falling to their knees, screaming in pain.
Dinah fell to her knees. The voices would not stop. Her body began to shake. No one was able to help her, as their brains felt like they were inflating and nearing ready to explode. Dinah could only focus on the voices. There had to be a way to make it stop? Thinking irrationally, she reached up onto the bar and took a half empty beer bottle that belonged to a customer sitting next to them and broke the bottle on top of her head, rendering herself unconscious.
The pain in everyone's brains instantly went away. People began to stand up with confused looks on her face. Danielle opened her eyes to see Dinah on the floor unconscious. Gibson saw the same thing. "What just happened?"
"I don't know, but we got to get Dinah back to the clock tower. Okay everyone!" Danielle called out to everyone in the bar. "Due to circumstances beyond control, the bar is now closed. Your drinks are on the house tonight. Please make your way out the front door, and please feel free to come back tomorrow. I apologize for the inconvenience."
* * * *
"Ouch!" Dinah cried as Barbara finished wrapping up her head, with a giant bandage pressed into the side of her head where she had hit herself with the beat bottles. Standing there behind Barbara was Helena, Danielle, Gibson, and Alfred all looking on as Barbara nursed Dinah. "I didn't know to stop the voices, and it was becoming overwhelming."
"It's okay Dinah. Under the circumstances, you didn't have much a choice. Too much longer, and everyone in that bar would have been killed."
"There's got to be a way to control this!" Dinah cried. "This is one power I could really live without."
"We'll have to find a way to train you. Until then, I have something that will help." Barbara handed Dinah two tiny sticker like patches, less then the size of the tip of Dinah's pinky. "All of us here are now wearing these on our temples to protect ourselves from your powers until you have them under control. Put them on, and those telepathic powers will be neutralized. The moment they are taken off, your power will return."
"They're conspicuous little things," Dinah said, placing one on each temple.
"You shouldn't be wearing them for too long," Barbara replied. "Trying to find a way to train you and doing so should not take too long. That is top priority for me right now."
Dinah brought Gibson to the Dark Horse, which happened to be very busy at that moment. Thank goodness Dinah looked older than she really was, so no one really bothered her about her age. Gibson was looking around the bar. "This is very impressive!" Gibson replied. "The bar looks great!"
"Let me introduce to you the owner of this bar, and a member of our team," Dinah said directing Gibson to the par.
"You mean she helps you guys in fighting crime?" Gibson asked.
"She is more of an informant. She keeps her eye out for anything suspicious," Dinah explained.
Dinah brought Gibson to the bar. Danielle saw Dinah at the bar and walked up to her. "Hey Dinah, what's going on?"
"Danielle, I want you meet an old friend of Helena's and mine. He used to own this bar before you came to town. This is Gibson."
"Nice to meet you, Gibson?" Danielle smiled, holding out her hand.
Gibson couldn't get his mouth to speak, as he shook her hand. Danielle was the most attractive women that he had ever seen. "Yea…well…huh…hi!" He stuttered. "I like what you did with the place."
"Thanks," Danielle replied. "So what brings you back to New Gotham?"
"I miss it here in New Gotham. This is where the excitement is. I left here, tired of the excitement, but after being away from it, you kind of miss it." Gibson replied.
"I bet. It's that excitement that brought me here, and the desire to see Meta-humans like us have a safe place without hiding it to the world."
"Yes, I heard about what you did," Gibson replied.
Danielle and Gibson continued to chat when Dinah began to hear several different voices in her head. It was impossible to understand what anyone was saying when they were speaking at the same time. After a few seconds the voices went away. It only lasted a few seconds so Dinah thought nothing about it.
"So, how long are you planning to stay in New Gotham?" Danielle asked, leaning down on the bar on her elbows.
"I…I haven't decided yet. I'm not really anxious about going back to New Jersey, but I don't know where I'm going to stay."
"Don't worry about that, Gibson. You can stay with us at the clock tower," Dinah offered.
"Really? I don't want to be a burden."
"It's no…" The voices returned and this time, there were even more voices and they were getting progressively louder.
"Dinah, are you okay?" Danielle asked.
She did not hear her over the voices. The voices continued to multiply. Soon, she could hear the thoughts of very person in the room. They were so loud, it began to hurt. Dinah squinted in pain.
"Dinah?" Danielle placed a hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain pinched Danielle's pain, caused her to scream and grab her head. The same pain came over Gibson and every person in the bar. Soon everyone was falling to their knees, screaming in pain.
Dinah fell to her knees. The voices would not stop. Her body began to shake. No one was able to help her, as their brains felt like they were inflating and nearing ready to explode. Dinah could only focus on the voices. There had to be a way to make it stop? Thinking irrationally, she reached up onto the bar and took a half empty beer bottle that belonged to a customer sitting next to them and broke the bottle on top of her head, rendering herself unconscious.
The pain in everyone's brains instantly went away. People began to stand up with confused looks on her face. Danielle opened her eyes to see Dinah on the floor unconscious. Gibson saw the same thing. "What just happened?"
"I don't know, but we got to get Dinah back to the clock tower. Okay everyone!" Danielle called out to everyone in the bar. "Due to circumstances beyond control, the bar is now closed. Your drinks are on the house tonight. Please make your way out the front door, and please feel free to come back tomorrow. I apologize for the inconvenience."
* * * *
"Ouch!" Dinah cried as Barbara finished wrapping up her head, with a giant bandage pressed into the side of her head where she had hit herself with the beat bottles. Standing there behind Barbara was Helena, Danielle, Gibson, and Alfred all looking on as Barbara nursed Dinah. "I didn't know to stop the voices, and it was becoming overwhelming."
"It's okay Dinah. Under the circumstances, you didn't have much a choice. Too much longer, and everyone in that bar would have been killed."
"There's got to be a way to control this!" Dinah cried. "This is one power I could really live without."
"We'll have to find a way to train you. Until then, I have something that will help." Barbara handed Dinah two tiny sticker like patches, less then the size of the tip of Dinah's pinky. "All of us here are now wearing these on our temples to protect ourselves from your powers until you have them under control. Put them on, and those telepathic powers will be neutralized. The moment they are taken off, your power will return."
"They're conspicuous little things," Dinah said, placing one on each temple.
"You shouldn't be wearing them for too long," Barbara replied. "Trying to find a way to train you and doing so should not take too long. That is top priority for me right now."
